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sadistpet · 13 days
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reminder that raikov is not a good person . like at all . he is not above hitting below the belt ( both figuratively and literally ) or using people's traumatic events or personal issues as ammunition to upset them because he genuinely honestly hates 99.9% of people and sees them as beneath him and the feelings of others are nothing to him . of course i'll always tag this appropriately ( ie "victim blaming tw" ) , and i will always ask before incorporating it into a thread / ask what my writing partner is comfortable with. but yea -- here's ur friendly reminder that raikov is not a good person and will not act like one
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jessamine-rose · 10 months
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Dottore’s lover who is salty about the death of his Segments. They know it was a necessary sacrifice for the Electro Gnosis, but they were so fond of his younger clones!!
In an act of pettiness, their home is redecorated with a family altar that has photos of the fallen Segments. His lover will regularly light incense and leave offerings of Dottore’s favorite food for them, preferably in front of the original and Omega Build. If Dottore objects, they will just say it is part of their grieving process >:/
And if this lover is Pantalone, he should also expect a grand funeral held for the Segments.
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kittydoremi · 21 days
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There is an upside to Sonic turning giant every night
He can give his boyfriend big kisses 💙🖤
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headchamberlain · 2 months
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(TW mention of maggots, hallucinations and repetitive text :3)
"It's happening yet again. Ahaha... I know they aren't there but I cannot help but stare at it. At THEM. Ahahahah. They're EVERYWHERE. Under my bandages- under my clothes- under my SKIN. I can see them move and crawl under it. I can see them start to try and feast on me. Am I dead? Have I not served master enough? I want master. I want master. I want master. I want master. I want it to stop. I want it to stop. I want it to stop. I want it to stop. I want it to stop. I want it to stop."
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ghost-vince · 3 months
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(you know the drill) "hmn." [Rody muttered to himself.] -[🍽️🔥@burnt-rodylamoree]
“If I did kill you, then ate you, but you tasted like nothing. I’d hate myself.”
He sighed.
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tremastersweb · 3 months
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The Master promptly arrives at the kitchen, motivated by the smell of the food. He recognises most of the ingredients. Rosemary, of course. He notices the Magister is already sat, and stares him right in the eye.
"What a pleasant surprise! Strange, the sight of myself from the outside. I had almost expected the Doctor's company, banter filling the empty air, but it appears he has other matters to attend to?"
He smiled at his old reflection, well part of it at least. It was not a friendly grin, but rather defiant. He claimed his rightful spot at the table, and looked around. He let out a chuckle.
"Spotless. Have you become the TARDIS' janitor?"
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timbourinedrake · 10 months
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blue eyed talia can't hurt you....
blue eyed talia:
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green-day-dad · 8 months
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I forgor 💀 about my mcr show anniversary (shoutout h-town) but here’s my favorite picture I’ve ever taken :D
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sadistpet · 19 days
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obsessed with the villains wiki entry for raikov
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fightwing · 5 months
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the implication some version of animated teen tita.ns vaguely like ttg exists in comic canon.... i desperately need to know who in dick's life is a die hard show fan and how many times he rants he's 'not like that'
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cosmic-kaden · 14 days
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Chase & Rescue
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Ship: Caesar x Kaden 
Words: 1,411 [imsorry]
Summary: Nothing ventured nothing gained! :3c 
cw: A knife is mentioned but never used.
Note: I am basing this meeting on what I know and what I've read. The movie is not out to the wider public yet so until I see the movie myself this is considered a non-canon meeting for my ship. I've just been really itchin' and yearnin' for this boy very much so I had to write SOMETHING!  || Orange text = his internal monologue
Okay to rb // If you aren't a self-shipper please dni. I have anxiety ;; 
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Kaden’s heart pounded in their chest as they darted through the crowded streets. The shouts of the authorities grew louder and louder behind them, their footsteps hit heavily against the pavement, determined. Kaden cursed under their breath, glancing over their shoulder to see two uniformed officers pushing through the crowd. They had been too hasty, too careless. The mark had noticed their hand in his pocket and had yelled out before Kaden could disappear into the crowd of people, their chest burned as they ran as fast as their feet would carry them.
Their purple hair, usually a point of pride, now felt like a sore thumb, drawing unwanted attention. They veered left, slipping into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose their pursuers in the maze of backstreets. The sound of boots echoed off the walls, growing nearer and nearer. Panic surged through Kaden's body. They had to find a way out, a place to hide but where!?
Just as they thought they were trapped, Kaden spotted an open door leading into a dimly lit building. Without a second thought, they dashed inside, pressing themselves against the wall and momentarily holding their breath despite the strenuous running just moments before. The officers ran past, their shouts fading into the distance and Kaden allowed themselves a brief moment of relief, closing their eyes and exhaling loudly, finally being able to regain control of their breathing but Kaden was far from alone...
He leaned against the wall of the dimly lit alley, watching the frantic figure dart inside. The sound of heavy boots pounding the pavement grew louder, then faded as the authorities ran past. His eyes, sharp and calculating, took in the details of the newcomer—purple hair, light-coloured eyes perhaps green or blue, roughly 5'5". They were breathing hard, their posture tense, and a hunted look in their eyes. He studied them for one more brief moment before finally deciding to break the silence.
“You look like you could use some help,” a deep voice said from the shadows.
Kaden's eyes snapped open, their hand instinctively reaching for the small knife they kept hidden on the back of their belt. A figure stepped into the light—a tall man with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He was well-dressed, his tailored suit standing out in stark contrast to the grimy dim surroundings. There was an air of authority about him, but not the kind that came with a badge.
Who is this intriguing person? the male wondered. He stepped forward, making his presence known. As the figure's eyes widened, he saw a flash of defiance and fear, but also a hint of curiosity. They’re not just scared—they’re calculating, thinking.
“Who are you?” Kaden asked, their voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through their veins. 
He saw their eyes narrow, suspicion mingling with curiosity. They’re assessing me, trying to figure out my angle. Smart.
“Caesar,” the man replied, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “And you must be the reason for all the commotion outside,” Caesar said, his voice calm and composed. He observed their hand move instinctively toward a hidden weapon. Quick reflexes. Good. They’re a survivor. 
Kaden narrowed their eyes, trying to gauge his intentions. “Why do you care?”
Caesar took a step closer, maintaining eye contact. “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for people who know how to survive on these streets and you seem to have a talent for it...” he said. There’s potential here, he thought. A raw talent that, with the right guidance, could be very useful.
Kaden’s grip on their knife relaxed slightly. There was something about Caesar that intrigued them, a magnetism they couldn’t quite explain. “What do you want?” 
Caesar felt a spark of interest. They’re willing to listen. Good. “Right now?” Caesar glanced toward the open door. “To keep you from getting caught. Those officers won’t give up easily. Follow me.” He turned, confident they would follow. There’s something about them. A strength beneath that cautious exterior.
Kaden hesitated for a moment but then nodded. They didn’t have much of a choice. Caesar led them through a labyrinth of hallways and out a back door into another alley. The city seemed quieter here, the chaos of the chase left behind. 
As they moved, Caesar thought about the possibilities. This city is a harsh place, and those who can navigate its underbelly are valuable but there’s more to this one. they’re a fighter, a survivor. I can feel it.
“You seem to know your way around,” Kaden said, their curiosity getting the better of them. 
 Caesar glanced at them, noting the curiosity in their eyes. “I’ve spent enough time in the city to know its secrets,” Caesar replied. “But I’m more interested in you. What’s your name?”
“Kaden,” they said, studying Caesar’s face. “And thanks, I guess.”
Caesar smiled again, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You’re welcome, Kaden. But you still haven’t told me why the authorities are after you.” Caesar said, probing gently.
Kaden shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just trying to survive. Picked the wrong pocket today.”
Caesar’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “It happens to the best of us. But you’re skilled, I can tell. How long have you been doing this?”
“Long enough,” Kaden replied. “Look, It’s not something I enjoy doing, but you do what you have to do to get by.” They sighed softly. 
Caesar nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I understand. The city can be unforgiving. But there are other ways to survive, ways that don’t involve running from the law.”
Kaden raised an eyebrow almost scoffing in disbelief. “Like what?”
“Like a partnership,” Caesar said, stopping to lean against the wall. “I could use someone with your skills. There are things I can’t do alone, and you could benefit from the protection and resources I offer.”
Kaden studied him for a long moment, weighing their options. There was a risk in trusting Caesar, but there was also an opportunity, but could they trust him? “What’s in it for you?”
Caesar’s smile widened. “Mutual gain, Kaden. I have connections and resources. With your talents, we could achieve much together and perhaps, make this city a bit more bearable for both of us.” They need to see the bigger picture, the opportunities we could create... 
Kaden considered his words. The idea of not having to constantly look over their shoulder was appealing. And there was something about Caesar that made them want to take the chance. “Alright,” they said finally. “I’m in. But if you double-cross me, you’ll regret it.”
Caesar chuckled, a sound that was both reassuring and dangerous. He appreciated their fire. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t dream of it,”  he said. Trust needs to be earned, but I sense they’re worth the effort.
They shook hands, and the deal was sealed with a firm grip. Kaden felt a spark of excitement, mingled with the undeniable attraction that had been simmering between them since they first met. There was potential here, a chance to carve out a place for themselves in the vast, unforgiving expanse of this crumbling city.
As they walked side by side down the quiet alley, Kaden couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of optimism. They had always been on their own, but maybe, just maybe, teaming up with Caesar was the beginning of something new. Something better.
unbeknownst to Kaden, Caesar couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. There’s a spark here, something more than just mutual survival. With Kaden, we could do more than just survive—
“So, what’s the plan?” Kaden asked, glancing up at Caesar.
“First,” Caesar said, “we lay low for a while. Let the heat die down. Then, I’ll introduce you to some people who can help us. People who know how to get things done,” he replied, already planning their next steps.
Kaden nodded. “Sounds good. And after that?”
Caesar’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “After that, we see just how far we can go. Together,” he said. This partnership could change everything.
Kaden smiled a genuine smile that felt foreign but good. For the first time in a long while, they felt a glimmer of hope. With Caesar by their side, the possibilities seemed endless. And who knew? Maybe they would find more than just survival in this partnership. Maybe, just maybe, they would find a way to thrive. 
They just hoped they could trust him.
L-L [voice crack] L-Look everyone.. I did... I did the thing ./////.
@ama-ships || @deathnot-e || @heatobrienswife || @mahitosoulmate || @dragonsmooch || @kylars-princess
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tai-janai · 1 month
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my shipping brain said "yknow who the emotional manipulation would work on?"
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headchamberlain · 3 months
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"Ahah... urghg... my head hurts. Yet another one of these episodes. I don't even know why I complain anymore, you know? Ahahahah."
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AR Speaks OOC
So I was watching Disney’s 1951 “Alice in Wonderland” and…
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THEY SPELLED LEWIS CARROLL’S NAME WRONG
THE MOVIE THAT IS BASED ON THE BOOKS THAT HE WROTE
AND THEY SPELLED HIS LAST NAME WRONG
💀💀💀
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musemelodies · 13 days
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muse wishlist because cringe culture is deceased and this site is held together by bubblegum and paper clips:
pumbaa
mufasa
zira
pumbaa
that zebra with the majestic voice in 'not one of us'
pumbaa
ostrich #7
pumbaa
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clowningaroundmars · 2 months
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morales twins vigilantes: getting found out pt 2
okayyyy this part's a slight bit longer but hopefully, uh, worth it lol
kinda made myself tear up a lil at the end ahahaha
also pls don't ask when this takes place, like either in between istv and atsv or atsv and btsv.... idk bro LMFAO this is technically a whole other au in and of itself soooo yuh
disclaimer: i'm a whole ass anarchist, however miles and milo are two teenage boys who've grown up with a cop dad and they play a lil lip service to the police force during their big speech so... yeah i don't support the existence of the police force, but it is what it is. characters don't reflect author's beliefs and all that
>1st part here<
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Jeff happened to be lucky enough to be pardoned for the rest of the night, and he also opted to use some PTO on this very very important occasion, so he sped off in the squad car with his sons in the back immediately after visiting the police department and signing off on some papers. He did not utter a word until they all got back home safely.
In the car, it was eerily silent as Jeff fumed in the front. Miles practiced what he was going to say over and over in his head, picking at his suit and avoiding his twin brother’s eyes. Milo held what remained of his mask in his hands, gauntlets off and tucked between his feet on the floor of the car. They both hung their heads low, counting down the minutes until they got back home and had to face their inevitable death sentence.
They were in so much trouble. Yikes. This was exactly what Miles dreaded for so damn long now, and it almost felt like a dream the way it happened so quickly.
Back home, both boys were sat down in the dining room area behind the couch, waiting for their mother to come back from her night shift. Milo was given an ice pack for his head and some painkillers, and then they were both sternly ordered to take off their respective suits.
Miles turned inquisitive eyes towards his dad.
“If your mom comes in and sees you two wearing those outfits right after work, that woman will have a heart attack and faint. Take ‘em off,” was Jeff’s sharp explanation.
They were not gonna argue with that. To the bedroom they both went.
“And then you both come right back out the second you change, got it?”
“Yeah dad, got it,” was Miles’ unenthused mumble before closing the door.
Miles turned back around with his mask in his hands, and immediately threw it at Milo.
“What were you thinking?!?!” he hissed, arms flying up into the air, making grabbing motions at his twin brother’s neck. “You absolute idiot, my god, we are so. Freaking. Dead!!”
Milo ducked back, scowling. “Me?!” he hissed back, keeping his voice at a harsh whisper as well. “What did you want me to do, pendejo, just let our dad fry, just like that? I didn’t see you moving to stop the guy!”
They were both snapping at each other, hands flying everywhere as they argued in harsh tones and whispers. They only stopped when they heard a loud knock on the door.
“Don’t take all night, either,” came their father’s booming voice from behind the wood.
Miles hung his head. Milo rolled his eyes and moved towards the closet, ripping his jacket off and kicking off his shoes. “Yes dad,” they both intoned at the same time.
A few glares were exchanged as clothes were tossed onto the floor, and Miles sighed loudly as he pulled on a pair of pajama pants, throwing himself onto his bed to get them up his legs all at once. He glanced at his bedside alarm clock, knowing his mom would be home any minute now. He felt his heart beat in his chest much louder and faster than usual.
Milo pulled on a hoodie over his head, gingerly easing the fabric over his bruised chest.
“Did the blast hit your chest too, man?” Miles asked quietly, eyes playing over the mess of a bruise over slightly-scarred skin, wincing a bit.
Milo exhaled sharply. “Shuddup.”
Miles frowned. “You have to let mom know about that soon. Don’t ‘shuddup’ me.”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
Miles knew his brother was sulking, but that really looked… bad. If he was responsible for not only dragging his brother into vigilantism, but also putting him in the hospital as well, he had no idea how he was getting out of this one alive. He was probably never going to see the light of day until college. Maybe not even then.
Once ready, both boys stood side-by-side in front of the door, hesitating. They both glanced at each other, then back at the door.
This was it, they both thought. The moment of truth. This was the night where it was all gonna go down, and their painstakingly-kept secret would finally be revealed to their parents. D-day. My god. He didn’t even know if the speech he prepared in the car on the way home was even gonna suffice against their mother’s explosive anger. She was gonna have a cow the second Jeff told her. Damnit.
Guess I can kiss the whole Spider-man thing goodbye, Miles thought, the very idea leaving a very heavy weight in his chest that he just couldn’t ignore. He leaned forward to turn the knob and swing open the door. With one last glance back at his brother, he stepped out. Then his brother followed him slowly, ice pack pressed to the side of his head again.
It was like a funeral procession the way they marched solemnly back to their chairs placed side-by-side by the table. Jeff leaned on the doorway to the hallway with his arms crossed sternly over his chest, still in his police uniform, hat already hung up.
As if on cue, Rio’s keys jangled against the door, and she stepped inside once the lock clicked open. Her slightly tired expression changed in an instant once she hung up her bag and walked into the apartment.
“Hello boys, I’m home!” She announced, a bit surprised. Not only were her husband and two sons all home at the same time, but they were all hanging around to watch her come home after work at such a late hour. Granted, it was summertime and the weekend, but still. Weird.
Jeff had texted her that something important came up and that she needed to be home ASAP, but didn’t elaborate further. She didn’t know what to expect when she got back. She crossed her fingers and hoped that it wasn’t that bad, if her husband texted her instead of calling. If it was an emergency, surely he would’ve called.
Right?
Her eyes widened once she saw the ice pack Milo held against his head, and quickly made her way over to him.
“Qué pasó?” She kneeled next to her boy, checking him over quickly.
Milo winced and tried to dodge his mother’s hands, holding a protective arm over his chest that no one missed. “Ma, stop. I’m fine, seriously. It’s… it’s fine.”
“Is it? What is going on, why is everyone so… so sad right now, and what are you two doing sitting here like this? Jeff…?” She turned to face her husband but he was already making his way back to the boys’ bedroom, scooping up their respective vigilante costumes and heading back out with the incriminating evidence in both hands.
Once he got back to the table, he tossed them onto the surface and crossed his arms again.
For a second, no one moved. The whole world held its breath for one precious moment.
Then, with deadly calm in her tone, Rio slowly stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “...What are those things?”
Both boys braced for impact.
“Well?”
Miles swallowed hard, hands gripped together tightly. “Uhm. They’re. They’re… our outfits. Y’know… for fighting crime.”
Rio gaped at her sons.
“He’s Spider-man, mom. Miles is Spider-man,” Milo clarified solemnly. His chin was at his chest now, avoiding eye contact with his mother.
“...And you’re the Prowler.” Rio finished.
She took a step back and exhaled, running her hands through her hair and rubbing her face. “Oh… oh my god. Dios mió, me voy a morir. I knew it, but still... me voy a morir!” ¹
Finally, Jeff spoke up behind her. “They’re not Halloween costumes, either. Guess where I found ‘em tonight?”
With tears in her eyes, Rio looked back at her husband, a pleading look on her face. “Don’t tell me,” she begged. But Jeff continued anyways.
“I took tonight’s shift on as a bit of extra, and when I was called to take care of an electric freak close to downtown, I found these two at the scene already.”
Finally, Rio exploded. “What?!?”
The twins flinched.
Jeff exhaled and pressed on, licking his lips. “Yeah, and not only that, but Milo here took on a direct blast of electricity to the face. He jumped in front of me and put himself in harm’s way!”
Scandalized, Milo leaped up from his seat, wincing only a little bit. “Wait a minute, I did it to protect you! That’s my job!”
The anger fizzled out immediately once both parents swung their withering glares around back to him, rage hot enough to almost burn two holes into his skull. Miles pulled Milo’s hoodie sleeve and quietly hissed, “stop making it worse!”
Milo clammed up and quickly sat back down, pouting.
“Your job?” Rio shot back incredulously, laughing angrily.
“That is not your job, Milo! That is mine! My job! I wear this badge every single day so that I can protect the people of Brooklyn. You are a kid with homework and chores to do, not fighting dangerous bad guys on the streets like some kinda—” Jeff worked himself up but then stopped, as if he suddenly ran out of steam. He placed his hands over his head, clearly stressed, and exhaled loudly.
“How long?” Rio’s tone was sharp.
They were definitely not getting out of this alive. Damn. Rest in power, Morales twins.
Miles shuffled his feet, hesitating. “Uhm—”
“Speak up, Miles. How long have you two been running around behind our backs and lying to us like this? Huh?”
Miles sighed. “I, uhm. We’ve been doing this… for a while now.”
“A while?”
“…A -a year.”
“A YEAR?!”
“I mean I’unno about Miles, but I’ve only been doin’ this for like a couple months, so…” Milo mumbled half-heartedly beside his brother. That comment earned him another set of glares, including one from Miles.
“A year. A year! A year, that’s how long you’ve been lying to us?” Jeff was pacing now, clearly stressed out. He was mumbling things under his breath that both boys would rather not know anything about.
Miles jumped up from his seat, seizing the opportunity when he could. “Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait, guys. Mom, dad. Listen to me, please,” he begged, hands splayed out in front of him.
He took a breath. He opened his mouth.
“Until college.” Rio interrupted, holding a finger up. “Both of you. Grounded! Until college! You will both be adults before you ever go out without my permission ever again!”
Miles deflated. “O-kay but mom, please! Hear me out first!”
Rio held a hand up. “I don’t wanna hear it! I cannot believe that both of my sons would lie to me like this! For an entire year, no less! Dios, dame paciencia, coño!” ² She shook her head as she held her face in her hands. “Do you two know what you’re doing to me? Look at me, I’m getting grey hairs as we speak!”
Jeff immediately took her side. “Do you realize what you’re doing to your mother? You’re killing her! And you--” he rounded on Milo all of a sudden, jolting the poor boy into sitting up straight. “You are killing me! You’re going around wearing those godforsaken gloves around, punching bad guys just cuz you wanna feel like a big man, huh? Do you know what that does to me?!”
Milo visibly prickled up, hunching in on himself. “I’m not doing it for me,” he bit out angrily.
“Then for who, huh?”
“I wanted to save the little guys on the street... when the cops couldn’t. I wanted to help Miles.” Milo sounded tired, and for a split second he looked much older beyond his years. Both of his parents softened for only a fraction of a second before Jeff rubbed his eyes and turned back to Miles.
"And who made you Spider-man all of a sudden? What happened a year ago? Tell me the truth. I don't want any detail left out!"
Ah, interrogation mode already, Miles thought humorlessly.
He sighed and dutifully got started on the whole backstory, careful to leave out the fact that he was with Aaron the moment he got shot, skipping to the part where he "found" his uncle's nearly lifeless body in that alleyway that fateful day. It was a harmless enough lie… Miles presumed. Right?
"Did you… then... h-how did you see who shot Aaron, Miles? Were you there?" Jeff asked quietly, also looking as tired as Milo did. Miles paused, not expecting the question.
Rio shot him a look. "Jeff, mi amor, please. Now is really not the time." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Right now, we have to talk about this... this... situation we have going on here. What's next?"
Miles shrugged, palms facing forward as if to say and the rest is history. "I'm... pretty sure you guys know the rest. Dad... you were uh, there. At the collider. I stopped Kingpin and then I just. Well, yeah. Y'all have already watched all of the news stories and the videos. So," he finished lamely.
Then, a surge of confidence as he looked at the concerned expressions dawning on his parents' faces. It's now or never.
"...B-but I love being Spider-man! Dad, you've seen me out there, the way I fight, the fact that you guys have less to deal with cuz I'm out there kicking ass!"
Oops. Wrong words.
Miles' confidence deflated as soon as those concerned and sympathetic looks turned into ones of anger.
"Kicking ass?! More like getting your ass kicked, little boy! How many NewTube videos are out there of you getting crushed by cars," Jeff started to count off of his fingers, "hit by buses, tossed in the air, punched and flung halfway across the block--"
"Jeff, please!" Rio cried, wobbling a bit. She pulled out the chair closest to her from the table and slumped down into it, rubbing at her temples.
"S-sorry, hon..." Jeff placed an apologetic hand on his wife's shoulder.
Rio sighed deeply.
"I get it. I know. But dad..." Miles steeled himself this time. "When you put on that badge every single day and you go out into those streets to protect the city, you think you're never gonna get shot at? Jumped? It is literally your responsibility to put yourself in the way of danger so no one else has to." He turns to the table and grabs his mask.
"For me," Miles continues, "this is my badge. Okay? I put this on every single day and swing out into the streets so people can shoot at me, or ask me for directions, or wait for me to get weird guys in stupid costumes away from the train tracks. I do this every single day, because if I don't, who will? Peter is dead--" ...wow, that feels weird to say.
"Miles..." Rio's big brown eyes gaze sadly at her boy, standing tall with this awful mask in his hand. A mask that she desperately wished wasn't his.
"Mom. Peter is dead. He is. Okay? If I don't step up and take his place, knowing what I can do? Then I might as well not even be alive at all." He tosses his mask dramatically back onto the table to punctuate his point. "I can shoot webs from my wrists and I have strength like y'all wouldn't believe. I can stick to walls and do everything that Peter Parker was able to do before he passed away. If I just sit here doing nothing with these abilities while everyone struggles to live their lives every single day, letting bad guys with superpowers do whatever they want, then what's the point of anything? The exact same reason why I put on this suit to go fight crime is the exact same reason why you do, dad." Miles turns to his father now. "You have your suit, I have mine."
Milo jumps in, enthused. "And the reason why I put on my mask is because of him. And the civilians, too... of course. But it's not because I 'wanna feel like a big man', dad. It's because it drives me crazy seeing my own brother taking on all of this responsibility on his shoulders all by himself. Miles is gonna do crazy things now that he got bit by a super-spider, right? We literally cannot stop him, even if we tried. Trust me. Might as well go along with him and support him so he doesn't get himself killed out there. That's why I do this. Every single day."
Jeff opens his mouth to say something, but is then cut off by Rio's own small, sad voice. "... Why does it have to be you two?" She asks quietly.
She looks so small sitting there on their wooden dining room chair, and a million times more tired than when she came in through the door. She wasn't even out of her own nurse's uniform yet, either. Miles felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Miles... did not know the answer to her question either. He really didn't. Why was it him-- out of all of the people in Brooklyn-- that got bit by that spider? Clearly, the universe had a grand, elaborate joke planned for him. That was really probably the only explanation for it all. But, no. No, there had to be something else in the cards for Miles. After all, he was bitten by the spider while out with his uncle who was secretly the Prowler, and he was present for not only Peter Parker's death, but that same uncle as well.
He squared his shoulders. And then told the truth.
"I... don't know," he admitted. "But... I do know this. Growing up, I always knew Spider-man was there to answer the call no matter what. He didn't pick this life of battling bad guys that wanna tear the city up all the time, a spider bit him, too. But he made me promise something before he died, and I have to live up to that promise. What else am I gonna do when I'm able to pick up cars with my bare hands?"
Granted, it was only a promise to stop the collider from opening a black hole inside of the city they lived in, but. Details. Anyways...
Rio hid her face in her hands again.
Miles softened his tone, sitting down. "This is something I worked really, really hard for and it's important to me. Milo... is kinda right. You can ground me. Until college. Or whenever. But as long as I've got these powers," he held his hands open, propping his elbows on his knees and meeting his mom's eyes, "and there's people out there that need saving? I gotta do what I gotta do, mami."
Milo leaned forward, too. "Yeah. Same here. He's not alone. The same reason we do this stuff is cuz... ever since we were little, we also watched you guys answer the call, no matter what. I never met Spider-man, before... y'know, but it doesn't matter. We do this for New York City."
Neither of their parents spoke for a bit, digesting all of this information in solemn silence. The anger from earlier all but melted away as they ruminated over all of this. All this time, their little boy was running around in a spandex costume, swinging around, punching bad guys and lifting fallen buildings off of people. There was... a hint of pride underneath all of the fear and anger and betrayal and anxiety, even Rio couldn't lie.
But god, how would things ever be the same again after knowing that the very hero who swung from building to building and knocked villains down before webbing them up was the very same boy with the brightest brown eyes they've ever seen; the boy who brought home A's on his test like he won a medal, the same boy who sang horribly off-key while doodling all over his sketchbook, who refused to tie his shoelaces and drove Jeff up the wall when he found graffiti and stickers all around the city in Miles' name? It was impossible... Rio's heart broke into two pieces.
And Milo... a tougher counterpart to her little ray of sunshine, but just as sweet. The same boy who would feed stray cats on the block, beam like a ray of light after winning a boxing match against a tough opponent, who would hide behind Rio at parties and join her happily to watch the latest episode of the new telenovela they both got hooked on... that same boy was wearing those gloves, swinging around the city looking like a bad guy himself. Rio's shattered heart gained another huge crack before finally breaking into three pieces.
Finally, she sighed again.
"You have superpowers?" She asked, hesitantly.
"... I... yeah, I do." Miles answered, fearing that this was a trick question.
Rio nodded sadly. "Of course. Of course..."
Jeff spoke up, now kneeling beside his wife, caressing her hand clasped in between both of his. "Just because you have superpowers, doesn't mean you're invincible. Miles, we do this because we care about you. Maybe we won't be able to stop either of you from putting yourself in harm's way... I mean, hell, nobody can stop me. But... god, isn't there any other way?"
Miles raised a brow. "Any other way to...?"
Jeff blew out a breath. "I-I dunno, can't you use your super strength to... well, maybe help the transportation department move some tracks around, build some new stations... that'd help the city. Swing around and deliver medicine to people for free? God, I don't know. I just don't want either of you to jump in front of bullets for other people... man..." he shook his head.
Miles and Milo exchanged glances. "I... I know it's tough to accept this," Miles started, unsure of what to say. "Maybe I can scale back the dangerous stuff some but... I... can't just stand around directing traffic when someone's getting mugged. Or a bank is getting robbed. Dad, I just can't. Maybe you guys will hate it every time I put the suit on and swing outside but... I can't give this up now. I'm sorry." He dipped his head apologetically.
Another long stretch of silence.
A clock ticks on the wall in the kitchen, and the ice maker in the fridge starts humming again. It's all so painfully domestic, painfully ordinary, it's almost an insult to the people living in this apartment facing these serious revelations all at the same time. It sure is a sharp contrast to the solemn mood settling all over everyone right now.
Rio looks deeply into Miles' eyes, then Milo's. After a while, she turns to face Jeff. "Jeff. You will not like what I'm about to say."
Jeff returns her look with one of confusion. "Honey..."
Rio shrugs, a small gesture but one that makes Miles and Milo's hearts skip a beat. "Mi vida, these are our boys. They have... this big responsibility now, to the people here in this city. Just like you. Just like me," she swallows and continues. "You and me? We've seen what Miles is capable of. Well, the both of them. And as much as it hurts, it would probably hurt even more if we kept them both back from being the heroes they need to be. What we need to do now is... we need to support them. We love them. They need us. We need them! Qué más puedo decir?" ³
Jeff looked deeply into his wife's eyes and then inhaled deeply. Not quite a sigh. That was maybe a good sign?
He stands up.
"...Boys."
The twins took their cue. They both stood up, too. Milo quickly discards his ice pack on his chair. Rio joins them, leaning on Jeff for support.
"When police officers get sworn in, they usually just have to do paperwork nowadays. Not too much of the whole bells and whistles due to high turnover rates, but tonight... if either of you want to continue to fight crime in this city, you both have to put your right hand up. Right now."
Miles could cry. Milo bit his lip to try and hide his grin, and they both dutifully raised their right hands at the same time. Jeff does the same, and reaches his left hand out to take Miles'. Rio takes Milo's.
"Pretend we are the Bible. Not paperwork. The Bible."
Both boys nod with all the seriousness they could manage, looking their father in the eyes.
"Do you solemnly swear on your mother and father's life that you will uphold the law and do right by the citizens of Brooklyn, New York, so help you God?"
"I mean... the law law? Cuz sometimes we--" Milo started, immediately earning an elbow to the side. He shut up.
"Yes, the law. I will not be having the DA of New York City up in my home lookin' for you two in case anyone gets badly hurt. I don't want him in my office, either." Jeff gives them both a look.
Miles pipes up. "Yes, we swear, so help us God."
"Milo?"
Milo nods emphatically. "Yes, I swear, so help me God."
Jeff nods once.
"Mijos. You will both be allowed to go and fight crime outside, con mi bendiciones. But. But... you will both also do it under two conditions. If either of you break my rules, you will have wished that spider never bit you," Rio glared at Miles. Then to Milo, "and you will have wished you never stole your uncle's gloves from his apartment. Got it?"
Both boys nodded, still holding onto their parents' hands.
"So, my two rules are this. Only two. Easy to remember, okay? Number one. Milo, you will take care of your brother as best as you can. Miles, you will take care of Milo as best as you can. Both of you will always be seen together when going out and doing hero things, do you understand?"
"Yes, mamí" the boys say simultaneously.
"Never, ever go out alone, ever. Neither of you will be alone for even a second, especially during the nighttime. Promise me this."
Miles puts his right hand down to take his mother's other hand in his. "Yes, mom. I promise. We both promise."
Rio bows her head. "...And as for my second rule."
"Do we have to have a curfew?" Milo asks quietly. Everyone shoots him a look again.
"No, no curfew." Before the boys could get excited, she quickly adds, "except for on school nights." They both calm back down.
"Your education is always, always more important. Don't forget this," she lets go of their hands to hold up a finger. "But as for my second rule? No more secrets between us. All of us. Okay? You tell me exactly when it is you leave to go and do what you need to do, and exactly when you come back. Promise me this, too."
This time, it was Miles' turn to start saying something dumb. "I meaann, like every single time? Cuz sometimes it's not really a one-and-done kinda thing, like a shift or--"
Everyone glares at Miles. Miles promptly shuts up.
"...Sí, mamí. Te prometemos todo eso." ⁴ Milo answers seriously.
Rio sucks in a breath. "Okay. Okay..."
She looks as if she's about to burst into tears, so everyone draws in tightly for a group hug. Rio sniffles against Milo's shoulder and Jeff leans his chin on Mile's head. Miles laughs wetly.
"Geez, y'all are crying? Man, for what? Ain't nobody dying or anything..." Milo interjects suddenly, causing the whole mood to dissipate all at once. Everyone laughs incredulously.
"Boy, if you don't know how to read a room..." Jeff starts, a warning tone laced into his playful grin.
"Man, I was just trying to lighten the mood! Damn, I mean shouldn't we be celebrating? Miles literally has super strength, you guys. Like c'mon, right? That is literally the coolest thing in the whole world!"
Rio groans, tossing her head back. "Mira esté, 'coolest thing in the whole world'... déjame agarrarte, maldito cabron..." ⁵ she mutters sarcastically, moving to grab at Milo's neck in the exact same way Miles did not even an hour earlier. He playfully dodged out of the way, putting his arms up to block, out of habit.
"Cabron?! Mom, you're so mean!" Milo complained.
"C'mere!"
Jeff leans in and interrupts their banter. "Milo. Son. You have to sit with me on the couch now, cuz we have to have a little chat about how you got your hands on those gloves, actually..." He grabs at one of Milo's arms, his smile just a tad bit too wide. Milo gulps.
Jeff continues, steering them both away from Miles and Rio. "And we also have to talk a bit about the history behind those things, too..."
Rio turns to Miles and cups his cheeks in her hands, looking into his eyes. "Do you actually, actually swear to me that you will try your hardest to stay safe?"
"Yes, mom, I do! We said it like a hundred times."
"Your father was right. Just because you have super strength now--"
"And super-healing."
Rio stares at him for a beat.
Miles squirms nervously. "...What? I do!"
"Super-healing, sure. Uh huh. If I catch you with bullet holes inside of you, I am not taking you to the ER then, Mr. Invincible."
"Ouch. Harsh."
"I warned you! I'm smiling like I'm joking but I'm really not!"
"Okay, okay, geez. C'mon, ma. It's really not that big of a deal. I don't get shot at as much as you'd think! Seriously! I'm fast. And... and I've been doing this for a while now. You have to trust me, okay?"
Rio sobered up. "I know. I know. I just... mi amor, I am your mother. I worry about you. You know... I've been taking care of my two little boys for so many years now. I just... I care about the both of you even when you two drive me completamente loca! I trust that you can both handle yourselves, I really do. It's just hard. It is. I-it'll... take some time to get used to."
Miles nodded. "Growing up is tough. I get it."
Rio smacked him on the shoulder.
"Ow! What, it's true! We're all growing up right now, I'm not a little kid anymore and... and you're not the mom of two little kids now. It's just... it's a transitional period! Life's tough!" Miles shrugs, smiling warmly.
Rio smirked, crossing her arms. "Uh huh. It sure is."
Then, she opened her arms for another hug from Miles, which he happily returned.
"I mean it, Miles. Whatever happens, I want you to keep yourselves safe. And ask for help. Papí, your father is a police officer. And whatever you need, whatever you need... I'm here, too."
Miles beamed at his mother with tears in his eyes.
"I know, mom. Thank you."
☆ translations:
¹ "my god, i'm going to die."
² "god, grant me patience, fuck!"
³ "what more can i say?"
⁴ "yes, mom. we promise you all of that."
⁵ "Lookit this guy, 'coolest thing in the whole world'... lemme get my hands on you, fucking bastard..."
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